Candice was already attractive, and her current pitiable appearance made her even more charming. When she used to sing at the bar, many men were drawn to her.
She couldn’t believe that, even with her actively showing affection, Patrick could resist her advances. Patrick pressed his lips tightly. He silently observed Candice for a moment and eventually made up his mind, nodding patiently.
“Alright, just lie down and relax. I won’t leave,” he agreed.
Candice nodded, her delicate face still marked with tear stains. She seemed somewhat absent-minded. Slowly, she lay down but continued to hold onto Patrick’s hand. Her gaze remained fixed on his face, as if glued to him with superglue.
Thinking about Jane’s words and their plan, Patrick reluctantly sat next to Candice, engaging in a casual conversation. It wasn’t until he saw her close her eyes, breathing steadily as if asleep, that Patrick breathed a sigh of relief and left.
As for the land in North Bay, Patrick had instructed Morton to handle it. He had spent three hundred million for a piece of wasteland, and although Antony claimed not to care, he was undoubtedly eager to get rid of it.
Several days had passed, and if everything went smoothly, Morton should have completed the task by now.
Antony, it seems your plan will fall through this time…
Early the next morning, Patrick had just arrived at the office. Before he could even fully open the files on his computer, Morton knocked on the door, entering with a tablet in hand.
“Mr. Pansy.”
“What’s the matter?” Patrick minimized the web pages, looking up at Morton.
Approaching, Morton handed the tablet to Patrick. It displayed the blueprints for the new project they planned to develop in North Bay.
“I’ve completed the task you assigned to me. After BPL learned about the chemical industrial park, they were eager to get rid of the North Bay land. I’ve contacted a middle company and negotiated the repurchase of North Bay for sixty million. Now, as soon as you give the word, we can start the new project.”
Patrick swiped his fingertip and examined the displayed architectural blueprints, nodding in satisfaction.
“You’ve done well on this. Antony hasn’t grown suspicious, has he?”
Morton also smiled knowingly, shaking his head. “No, the middle company didn’t mention that we were the ones purchasing it. Besides, Antony is probably in a hurry to get rid of North Bay; why would he care about these details?”
Patrick nodded, carefully examining the computer-generated blueprints. In a previous company meeting, they had decided to build a large amusement park in North Bay. The land was spacious and strategically located, making it an ideal spot. With proper promotion, it was sure to attract many visitors.
In the end, they were the ultimate winners in this game.
Patrick handed the tablet back to Morton. “You’ve done well on this. Next, you can start preparing for the construction of the amusement park.”
Morton nodded and was about to leave. However, after taking a few steps, he stopped and turned back, asking curiously, “Mr. Pansy, what about the government’s plan to build an industrial park…”
Patrick shook his head, “Don’t worry about that. I’ve already taken care of it. You just need to focus on the amusement park.”
Morton left the office, and Patrick sat in his leather chair, wearing a satisfied smile.
The matter of the industrial park was within his control. Guavo was large enough, and relocating the industrial park was a simple task.
BPL.
Antony stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a highball glass containing red wine that swayed gently, tinted with a faint red hue. His eyes revealed no hint of a smile, and there was a noticeable indentation on his left cheek, a result of clenched teeth.
He hadn’t expected that in the showdown with the Pansy Group, spending three hundred million to snatch the North Bay land from Patrick’s hands, hoping to make a fortune by building a residential area, would end up with the government planning to construct an industrial park there.
Now, the three hundred million had gone down the drain, a truly laughable outcome. How unfortunate!
Although he was swindled by an intermediary company, receiving only sixty million in the end, which was a mere fraction of what he intended to gain, at least it was a resale. It didn’t leave him feeling too disgruntled. More importantly, Patrick didn’t get it.
In this game, he lost, but Patrick didn’t win either, which suited him perfectly. Antony took a sip of red wine, and his silhouette was vaguely reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window.
Another three or four days passed.
“President, something’s not right!” The assistant rushed in, looking anxious. Antony furrowed his brows and pressed his hand downward.
“Why are you in such a hurry? Stand there and tell me slowly, what happened.”
The assistant took a moment to catch his breath, then urgently informed Antony, “Haven’t you seen today’s news? The government announced that, considering the relatively prosperous location of North Bay, they are changing the planned location for the industrial park.”
Antony’s brows tightened suddenly, unable to believe what he was hearing. He looked at his assistant, “What?”
Seeing the assistant’s expression, a sudden sense of panic gripped Antony. He opened a webpage, and indeed, on the front page of the news, there was information about the government amending the location for the industrial park.
Antony’s heart sank suddenly. The hand holding the mouse tightened slowly, as if trying to crush it. If the government was changing the location, didn’t that mean he had just sold North Bay and suffered a loss?
That was a lucrative deal!
Antony suddenly thought of Patrick and found a video while searching on the internet.
[North Bay Amusement Park! Pansy Group’s Ambitious Move!]
When he saw the first four words, Antony’s pupils contracted. A bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart. He clicked on the video and saw Patrick standing on the stage of a press conference. Behind him, the banner displayed a few large words, “North Bay Amusement Park Plan.”
How could this be? Wasn’t that land sold to an intermediary company? That company even claimed that a small company was interested in building a factory in North Bay but didn’t have enough budget, so they…
Antony’s mind quickly unraveled the intricate connections. Patrick!
He suddenly understood everything. The so-called “small company” didn’t exist, and even that intermediary company was found by the Pansy Group. The purpose was to repurchase North Bay from his hands.
As for the government, Antony believed it wouldn’t be difficult for Patrick…
With everything making sense to Antony, he looked at the confident smile on the man’s face on the screen. His heart became more and more ruthless, his right hand clenched into a fist, and a fierce look appeared in his eyes.
Patrick, let’s wait and see!